Dael POV
The match should be enough to clear my head and usually, it does but this time it was different. I kept my mind concentrated on the game, playing so many games. I was harsh on the other players as well and I didn't even realize when I was playing roughly and whenever I played this way everything unnecessary got burned out of the system.
Today, nothing burns, not the tension in my shoulders, not the restless edge under my skin. Not the image of Zyra asleep at her desk with her hair spread across the wood like something too soft for a place like this.
I trap the ball with my foot, cut past one defender, and send it straight to Nikolai.
He fumbles it.
“Useless,” I called
“You’re distracted,” Nikolai shoots back, jogging after it.
“I’m surrounded by idiots."I say
“That’s rich
